Frangipani - Joyce Du Fleurt lyrics

VERSE ONE: In your local public library That place you only ever visit for the binding machine. A world where silence and hygiene rule supreme, Populated by nerds with jock-bashing dreams. And their residing Queen She Librarian of this world so inert, On her toes, in brown clothes, on high alert. But her covert life War, peace, fake teeth and cancers benign. So for forty years she And working on her new Dewey Decimal shrine. And while prime-time news can It It Just a fluro-flagged scooter, that BRIDGE ONE: Say Dishing out spoon smacks to make your cheeks hurt Shout Stopping gangster lords and their criminal plots. CHORUS: Time, I feel the pages turn again, Like covers fade so lovers made must slowly end. We These words remember There There One thing matters, one thing There Crying, trying, dying in here. VERSE TWO: Now she works with books listed alphanumeric, But the story of her life is all but generic. She And the power of banana And her hystrerical fame is paralleled by none. In the world of celeb even Bond is outdone By her sk**s in the sack and her sk**s on the gun. Silence now! Listen up, it One-Nine-Six-Seven Joyce grabs a grenade, pulls out the pin, And with quarterback precision a la ESPN, She goes and blows a bunch of Now that win was the battle, but not the war, Yet if you ask the US Army You As heard in BRIDGE TWO: Say Washing out your mouth with the soap if you swear Shout Taking down the crooks with her well-laid traps. CHORUS: Time, I feel the pages turn again, Like covers fade so lovers made must slowly end. We These words remember There There One thing matters, one thing There Crying, trying, dying in here. VERSE THREE: Fast forward twelve years and a new war began, In the endless-beach state of Afghanistan. And our Joyce is amongst it, a femme-Taliban Showing courage like that of an Ewok caravan. And though her tan did improve in that Arabian summer Her fame didn It wouldn Or as a better example, the life of Darryl Sommers. As a gunner with Koreans or rocket-launching with Khmers, Dropping walls in Berlin and stopping tanks in T Square. She But with unswaying popularity of Sonny and Cher. So where she goes from here, well that Now her trigger-finger twitches and her hair is grey, And all the d**h she But at the end of the day, life THE TONE POEM Cause music has small sense, and a tune's soon told, And the young winds are changing but the Earth is old. And though my wits are dense, I have secrets my dear, To breathe to you all - come near, come near. Because one by one we must say our farewells, And lest some hideous listener amongst us tells, I'm gunna ring my bells. I I VERSE FOUR: Ring your bell motherf**er (I Ring your bell motherf**er (I Ring your bell motherf**er (I Ring your bell motherf**er (I Don Can You So farewell. Ring your bell. (I CHORUS: Time, I feel the pages turn again, Like covers fade so lovers made must slowly end. We These words remember There There One thing matters, one thing There Shouting, screaming, doubting, dreaming, Singing, living, swinging, giving, Drinking, walking, thinking, stalking Shooting, learning, looting, burning Stabbing, running, jabbing, gunning, Loving, waiting, shoving, hating, Spying, crying, trying, dying.